hassan
@dazedbwoy.bsky.social
i can't sleep.
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i thought i could email her without wasting time being polite or explaining anything. i would just write "we were together. do you remember?"
December 20, 2025 at 6:00 PM
i thought i could email her without wasting time being polite or explaining anything. i would just write "we were together. do you remember?"
i am hurting myself on purpose not because i want pain but because i was born to suffer. i am trying to see and feel things beyond normal life. you might not understand this and i can’t explain it well.
December 17, 2025 at 11:15 PM
i am hurting myself on purpose not because i want pain but because i was born to suffer. i am trying to see and feel things beyond normal life. you might not understand this and i can’t explain it well.
are there not gentle souls who wish me well? a pillow presses over my mouth. they cannot hear me. they are ghosts. besides, no one ever thinks of anyone else. let no one come near. i am certain that i smell scorched.
December 14, 2025 at 6:02 AM
are there not gentle souls who wish me well? a pillow presses over my mouth. they cannot hear me. they are ghosts. besides, no one ever thinks of anyone else. let no one come near. i am certain that i smell scorched.
he admits that he is indeed afraid of her and how easily she can reappear in his life and his heart. he can't control the thoughts about being with her and loving her, despite all of their past conflicts.
December 8, 2025 at 12:11 AM
he admits that he is indeed afraid of her and how easily she can reappear in his life and his heart. he can't control the thoughts about being with her and loving her, despite all of their past conflicts.
i wonder if zed is looking at the same moon at this same moment.
December 7, 2025 at 10:38 PM
i wonder if zed is looking at the same moon at this same moment.
sometimes you gotta take a loss and have people rub it in your face.
November 30, 2025 at 1:40 PM
sometimes you gotta take a loss and have people rub it in your face.
i feel like you somehow sensed the loneliness i never told anyone about. you saw it without me saying a word. maybe that’s why you got so close because you knew i was the kind of man who would carry love quietly never telling anyone.
November 6, 2025 at 5:46 PM
i feel like you somehow sensed the loneliness i never told anyone about. you saw it without me saying a word. maybe that’s why you got so close because you knew i was the kind of man who would carry love quietly never telling anyone.
i think maybe i don’t even belong among people anymore. that thought makes it impossible for me to defend myself or explain anything. whenever someone criticizes me i am certain they are right that i have been living my whole life completely wrong.
October 30, 2025 at 9:38 PM
i think maybe i don’t even belong among people anymore. that thought makes it impossible for me to defend myself or explain anything. whenever someone criticizes me i am certain they are right that i have been living my whole life completely wrong.
you know the curve and thickness of your abdomen is dangerous. it tempts me, it burns me and i would follow its intoxication anywhere.
October 29, 2025 at 4:32 AM
you know the curve and thickness of your abdomen is dangerous. it tempts me, it burns me and i would follow its intoxication anywhere.
wherever your skin carries a mole i long to place my lips there.
October 27, 2025 at 11:49 PM
wherever your skin carries a mole i long to place my lips there.
we die together because of our love. a death that can feel open like dissolving into the air or closed like being buried together in the same grave. this feeling of being completely absorbed by love is like being hypnotized.
October 23, 2025 at 8:55 PM
we die together because of our love. a death that can feel open like dissolving into the air or closed like being buried together in the same grave. this feeling of being completely absorbed by love is like being hypnotized.
she lowered her eyes, listening not to his words but to the plea beneath them as if begging him to make her believe he was still pure. “it was only a moment of temptation” he said.
October 21, 2025 at 4:14 AM
she lowered her eyes, listening not to his words but to the plea beneath them as if begging him to make her believe he was still pure. “it was only a moment of temptation” he said.
everything begins from this idea: that the lover should not be seen as a mere symptom of desire or emotion but as someone whose voice carries something unreal. something untamed and impossible to define.
October 16, 2025 at 11:19 PM
everything begins from this idea: that the lover should not be seen as a mere symptom of desire or emotion but as someone whose voice carries something unreal. something untamed and impossible to define.
it took about 3 minutes and a few seconds not exactly sure, to take my eyes off you and look down at the words.
October 12, 2025 at 6:07 PM
it took about 3 minutes and a few seconds not exactly sure, to take my eyes off you and look down at the words.
aur kya tumhare haath hamesha thanday reh'te hain aur sirf tab garam hote hain jab koi unhe choo lay ya phir wou naturally garam rehte hain?
October 12, 2025 at 6:01 PM
aur kya tumhare haath hamesha thanday reh'te hain aur sirf tab garam hote hain jab koi unhe choo lay ya phir wou naturally garam rehte hain?
as if i care when they forget me. the solacing conceit of immortality has long ago left me. the last time i felt it was in my twenty first year. i had it very strongly then. i knew i would never die. the others would die but i would somehow escape.
October 8, 2025 at 3:48 AM
as if i care when they forget me. the solacing conceit of immortality has long ago left me. the last time i felt it was in my twenty first year. i had it very strongly then. i knew i would never die. the others would die but i would somehow escape.
scenes that tear through the eyes. without a doubt my favorite time of the entire day.
October 2, 2025 at 1:19 PM
scenes that tear through the eyes. without a doubt my favorite time of the entire day.
i have read so many books and writings by others about the absence of the beloved. but in our story it is different. she doesn’t leave. it is “i” who go. absence after all. only exists when the other departs and you are left.
September 27, 2025 at 3:27 PM
i have read so many books and writings by others about the absence of the beloved. but in our story it is different. she doesn’t leave. it is “i” who go. absence after all. only exists when the other departs and you are left.
flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. with wings. ironic.
September 25, 2025 at 2:37 PM
flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. flightless bird. with wings. ironic.
i keep wondering if i will always feel ashamed of the things i should have done for you. i do not even really know what those things were. maybe you were just unhappy.
September 25, 2025 at 2:49 AM
i keep wondering if i will always feel ashamed of the things i should have done for you. i do not even really know what those things were. maybe you were just unhappy.
she cut her hair in the bathroom sink and i watched the pieces fall like everything she used to be. i thought maybe this is how people disappear. one strand at a time.
September 20, 2025 at 1:50 AM
she cut her hair in the bathroom sink and i watched the pieces fall like everything she used to be. i thought maybe this is how people disappear. one strand at a time.